Justin Hayward - Troubadour текст песни

I was only a little boy when; heard the call

Like a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us all

So I took to the gipsy life, in the city of love

And I walked with the troubadours

And flew with the doves

In the city of love

In the garden of paradise, I heard a voice sing

Can still feel the thrill of it, the chills it would bring

Far away in the western sky, over the sea

Theres a land that we dream about, peaceful and free

Waiting for me

Hold my hand, let me take you there

Lets go walking in the morning

As time goes by, love will wash us clean

Let love bring to us our freedom

And we will sing of the heroes

And fly on the breeze

Love with the lovers of the world

Oh oh oh... well be free

In the dark of the mystic night, music is born

In the hands of the troubadour, the piper of dawn

And its heard of a foreign shore, over the sea

In the land that we dream about, peaceful and free

Waiting for me

Hold my hand, let me take you there

Lets go walking in the morning

As time goes by, love will wash us clean

Let love bring to us our freedom

And we will sing of the heroes

And fly on the breeze

Love with the lovers of the world

Oh oh oh... well be free